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 South Africa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Nas,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
PIL,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Sparks,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.