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 Lebanon 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 guitar 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 Jawbox to the rap 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
June Days,
the Slits,
Faust,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.