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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
X-101,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.