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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June Days,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.