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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Sugar Minott to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Brick,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.