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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy Collins 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.