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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.