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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.