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 Burkina and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Television,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.