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 Sweden and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Harry Pussy to the techno 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.