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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Country Teasers to the jazz 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.