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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 The Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.