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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.