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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Connie Case to the rap 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.