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 Panama and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Yusef Lateef 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.