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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the techno 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Fear,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.