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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
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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.