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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 electroclash 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Audionom,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.