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 Colombia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Doobie Brothers to the rap 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.