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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
AZ,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.