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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wasted Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.