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 Samoa and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas 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?
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.