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 France and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.