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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
MDC,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
AZ,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.