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 Israel and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.