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 Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
the Association,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.