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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.