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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Gap Band to the techno 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
June of 44,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.