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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Oblivians to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.