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 Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Moody Blues to the punk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
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.