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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Fear,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.