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 Jordan 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.