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 Tanzania 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Deepchord to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.