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 Palau and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Franke,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.