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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.