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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Monolake to the rap 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Gong,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.