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 Brunei 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 The Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.