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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sonny Sharrock 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.