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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.