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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.