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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Liliput,
Index,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.