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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.