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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Shoche,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.