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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.