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 Zambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Divine Comedy to the punk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.