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 and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.