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 Moldova and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.