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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Index,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.