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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.