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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Gichy Dan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.