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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
X-101,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.