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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.