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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Pulsallama to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.