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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.