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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Knickerbockers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.