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 Gabon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grauzone to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Nico,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.