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 Korea South and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
June Days,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.