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 Korea North and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.