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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
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Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.