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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.