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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Suicide to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.