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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.