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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Porter Ricks to the grime 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.