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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Birthday Party to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
AZ,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.