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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.