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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.