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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.