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 New Zealand and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.