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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.