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 Venezuela and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
MDC,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.