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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Hill to the rock 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.