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 Chile and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Hoover to the grime 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.