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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.