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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Bang On A Can 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.