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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Country Teasers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.