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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.