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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the rap 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.