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 Finland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.