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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Gong,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.