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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 In Retrospect to the funk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.