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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Mantronix to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Nas,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.