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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Excepter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.