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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.