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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Black Moon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.