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 Chad and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.