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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.