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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Dennis Brown to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Nico,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.