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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.