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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.