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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Alarm Clocks to the rock 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.