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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Liliput,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.