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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.