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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.