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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 The Techniques to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
The Gories,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.