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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
MDC,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.