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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 The Golliwogs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.