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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Danielle Patucci 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
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.