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 the UAE and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk 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 Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.