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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.