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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Arcadia to the rap 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.