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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Can,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.