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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
UT,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.