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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 The Gories to the jazz 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.