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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
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 chamberlin 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.