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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.