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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
UT,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.