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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.