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 Slovenia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
June Days,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.