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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Minutemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.