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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 The Happenings to the funk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.