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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 The Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.