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 Poland and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.