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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.