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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 The Mojo Men to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.