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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.