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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.