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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Pylon to the rock 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.