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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
The Remains,
The Monks,
Skarface,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.