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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.