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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 güiro 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.