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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Pantytec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.