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 Libya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 London and Taipei.
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 sitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.