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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.