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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
The Names,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.