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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 The Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.