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 Haiti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.