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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.