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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Skriet,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.