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 Finland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Inner City to the jazz 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.