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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.