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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.