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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.