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 Kiribati and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Alphaville to the rap 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s.
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 Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.