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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Fear,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.