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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.