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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Funkadelic to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.