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 Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.