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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.