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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.