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 Australia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.