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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.