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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 The Offenders 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.