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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.