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 South Africa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.