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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.