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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Inner City to the techno 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
UT,
Can,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.