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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.