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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.