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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Agitation Free to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.