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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.