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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swell Maps to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.