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 Iraq 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo to the dance 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.