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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Flipper to the funk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.