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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.