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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.