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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Pole,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.