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 Slovakia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.