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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 oboe 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
10cc,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.