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 the UAE and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.