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 Montenegro 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 oboe 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 One Last Wish to the grunge 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Crime,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.