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 Kiribati 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.