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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Albert Ayler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Slave,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.