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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.