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 Togo and from Tokyo.
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 Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
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.