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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.