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 Antigua and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.