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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Moody Blues to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.