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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the punk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers 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 funk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.