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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Dead C to the crunk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.