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 Yemen 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Aswad to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.