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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.