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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Guru Guru to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.