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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.