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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.