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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.