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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.