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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 cv313 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.