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 Suriname and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxy Music to the jazz 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.