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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 808 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Organ,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.