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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.