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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.