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 Nepal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Hashim to the jazz 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Urselle,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.