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 Tanzania and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.