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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.