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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator 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 Organ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.