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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Bluetip to the grime 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
June Days,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.