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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 The Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.