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 Tuvalu and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donald Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.