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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the grunge 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti 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 crunk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Hashim,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.