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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.