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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Liliput to the funk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
ABC,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.