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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.