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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.