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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 X-101 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
The Slits,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.