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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.