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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.