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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Slave to the rap 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Scion,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.