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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Reagan Youth to the grime 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.