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 Slovenia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
UT,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.