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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.