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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.