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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.