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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.