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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.