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 East Timor 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 harpsichord 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 Easy Going to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.