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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.