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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June of 44 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.