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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
June Days,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.