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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 techno 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
PIL,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.