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 Australia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
ABC,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.