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 Slovakia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.