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 United States and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Brick to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.