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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Slave,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.