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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Smoke to the grunge 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.