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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.