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 Togo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Stetsasonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Television,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.