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 Andorra 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Television,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.