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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.