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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.