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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the funk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Smog,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.