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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.