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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
CMW,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.