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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Crime,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.