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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.