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 Portugal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.