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 Cambodia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.