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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 clarinet 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 The Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
MC5,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.