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 Comoros and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.