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 Burkina and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.