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 Chile and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
The Names,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Franke,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.