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 Qatar and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Josef K,
The Move,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.