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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Anakelly to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.