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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 organ 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 Popol Vuh to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.