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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
X-102,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.