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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.