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 Norway and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Excepter to the techno 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.