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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.