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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pantaleimon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Smog,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.