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 Antigua and from Salvador.
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 Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trojans 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.