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 Congo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Organ,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.