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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cowsills to the disco 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.