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 Comoros and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.