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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.