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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 One Last Wish to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.