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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.