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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.