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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the electroclash 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.