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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Crime,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Niagra,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.