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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Crime,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.