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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom 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?
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
ABC,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.