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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis to the dance 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.