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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.