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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.