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 Malawi 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-102 to the dance 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.