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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.