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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Guru Guru to the dance 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.