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 Egypt and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
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Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.