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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.