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 Pakistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.