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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Wake 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
cv313,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.