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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lakeside to the rap 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Index,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.