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 Guinea and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 The Knickerbockers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.