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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.