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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the techno 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.