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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.