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 Moldova and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Trojans to the grunge 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.