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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.