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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Television,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.