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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.