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 Estonia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
UT,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.