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 Algeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.