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 Belarus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.