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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.