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 Mauritania 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.