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 Belgium and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Tommy Roe to the punk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.