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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
the Germs,
The Index,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.