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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 The Knickerbockers to the rap 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.