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 Egypt and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.