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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.