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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.