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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.