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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.