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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Darondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
The Slits,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.