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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Model 500 to the crunk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Magma,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.