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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 JFA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.