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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gichy Dan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.