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 Canada and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.