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 Russia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Guru Guru to the jazz 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.