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 Finland and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 theremin 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 Knickerbockers to the electroclash 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.