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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Tommy Roe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.