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 Israel 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Sparks,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.