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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Can,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.