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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.