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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.