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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
The Index,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.