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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.