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 United States and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 D'Angelo to the rock 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.