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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.