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 Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Scientists to the rock 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.