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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Blackbyrds to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.