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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.