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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.