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 Ukraine and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.