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 Finland and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Crime,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.