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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.