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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 synthesizer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '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 ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
the Association,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.