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 Finland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Guru Guru to the dance 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
MDC,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
June Days,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.