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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the funk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.