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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.