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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 K-Klass to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.