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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Happenings to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.