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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.