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 Romania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks 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?
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.