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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Nas,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.