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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.