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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Rod Modell to the funk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.