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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 The Blackbyrds to the funk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.