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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lungfish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
The Saints,
X-102,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.