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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.