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 Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Seeds to the grime 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.