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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Intrusion to the grunge 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.