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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Vainqueur to the funk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.