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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
Faust,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.