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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.