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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Althea and Donna 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.