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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.