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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.