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 Pakistan 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.