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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip 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 jazz 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Japan,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Faust,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.