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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 F. McDonald to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.