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 Malawi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul II Soul to the punk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City 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?
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.