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 Paraguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Invisible to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 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?
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.