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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.