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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.