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 Cape Verde and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 The United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.