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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 H. Thieme to the jazz 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.