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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Remains to the grime 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.