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 Iraq 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 The United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Q65,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.