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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.