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 Italy and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Slave to the punk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.