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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Hoover,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.