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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.