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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 marimba 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 The Stooges 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Magazine,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Organ,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.