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 Denmark 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.