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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Faust,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.