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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.