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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
AZ,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.