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 South Sudan and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Fear to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.