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 Belize and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Captain Beefheart 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 the Normal to the electroclash 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.