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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.