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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.