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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the rap 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.