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 Barbados and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.