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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 the Germs to the rap 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.