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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.