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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Section 25 to the rock 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.