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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
John Holt,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.