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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deepchord to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.