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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.