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 Israel and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Second Layer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.