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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.