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 Haiti and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.