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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.