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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.