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 Philippines and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Golliwogs to the rock 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.