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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.