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 Libya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.