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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Television,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.