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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lungfish to the jazz 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
Television,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.