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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.