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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.