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 Madagascar 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantytec to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '90s.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.