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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.