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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Severed Heads to the crunk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
X-102,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.