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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dawn Penn to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.