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 Chile 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.