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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.