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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.