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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.