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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.