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 Congo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.