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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.