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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Stereo Dub to the rap 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.