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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.