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 Togo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flipper to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.