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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.