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 Japan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.