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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Invisible to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.