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 Mali 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.