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 Mexico 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.