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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.