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 Poland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.