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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Camouflage to the crunk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.