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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 organ 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 Delta 5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.