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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 American Breed to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.