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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.