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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.