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 Honduras and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.