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 Suriname and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.