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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 The Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.