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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.