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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moss Icon to the crunk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Wire,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.