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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Ohio Players 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '90s.
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 Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.