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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.