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 Sierra Leone and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ 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?
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.