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 Zambia and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Basic Channel 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.