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 Korea North and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Infiniti to the dance 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.