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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic 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?
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.