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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.