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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Cluster,
MDC,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Index,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.