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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
The Names,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Crime,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.