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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Camouflage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.