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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Erasure to the crunk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.