Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Haiti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Index. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.