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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
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 harpsichord 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 Swans to the rock 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.