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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.