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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q and Not U to the jazz 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.