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 Ireland and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
Television,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.