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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.