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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Dennis Brown to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.