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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.