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 Morocco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Television,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.