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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
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 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 Marvin Gaye 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.