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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Q65,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.