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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.