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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.