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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.