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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.