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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Durutti Column to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.