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 Japan and from Portland.
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 London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
The Doors,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.