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 China and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 The Doobie Brothers 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Nico,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.