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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Crime,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.