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 Morocco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Newcleus to the grime 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.