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 Mexico and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.