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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.