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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.