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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.