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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.