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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.