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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the jazz 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.