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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless to the rap 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
10cc,
ABC,
Quantec,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.