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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang On A Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.