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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Gap Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.