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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.