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 Hungary and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.