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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Brothers Johnson to the rock 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.