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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Average White Band to the techno 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.