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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
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 güiro 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 The Zeros to the punk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Nico,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.