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 Oman and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.