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 Canada and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 rhodes 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 Gang Green to the rock 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.