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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Loose Ends to the dance 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.