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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Youth Brigade to the dance 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.