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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Royal Trux to the grunge 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.