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 Uganda 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 harpsichord 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.