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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 synthesizer 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.