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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.