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 Sweden 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Sandy B to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.