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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Slave,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.