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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.