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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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.,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
cv313,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.