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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Hot Snakes 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.