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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Fear,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.