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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the dance 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.