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 Haiti and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Faust,
X-101,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.