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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Television,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.