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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Evens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.