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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.