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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.