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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the grime 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.