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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
ABC,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.