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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 spring reverb 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Rekid,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.