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 East Timor and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.