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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
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 organ 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.