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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cameo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Mars,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.