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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.