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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Ronan to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro 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?
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.