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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 The Grass Roots to the rap 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
New Order,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.