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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.