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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.