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 Micronesia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.