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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Masters at Work to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.