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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 The Gun Club 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
ABBA,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.