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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.