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 Burundi and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jawbox 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.