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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.