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 China and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Mars,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.