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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.