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 London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 linndrum 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 Derrick May to the dance 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.