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 Kenya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hoover to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.