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 Austria and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.