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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.