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 India and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flesh Eaters to the electroclash 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.