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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.