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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
This Heat,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.