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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s.
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 Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.