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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Theoretical Girls 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.