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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.