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 Cuba and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Selecter 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 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?
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.