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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Index,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.