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 Canada and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
X-102,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.