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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Can,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.