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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.