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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Interpol to the crunk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.