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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.