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 Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Tubeway Army to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.