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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
X-101,
Smog,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.