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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.