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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Erasure,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.