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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Q65,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.