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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smiths to the jazz 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.