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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.