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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.